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At the end of practice, I somehow land on my back on the ice. There I stay. Staring up into the blinding lights above the rink. Maybe the Zamboni will run me over. Polish me and make me all shiny and new. Maybe then Rake will want me again.
Shiver (For Puck's Sake, #1)
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